To crave the connection. Through a picture. Through words.
Embattled with the foe of fantasy and dreamy irreality,
Snapped, by the fear
of braving the first confrontation, a terse dance subtly masked with misdirection and the play of tongues.
But it is with the same subtleties of which I shyly approach.
Who, how and where are you?
This deviance in the monotonous, a star taking flight,
Descends on an ethereal horizon; a snapshot
captured by desirous eyes chained to the sight.
Open, is the door for gratuitous visitation rights
to the enclosured heart and fortress of the mind.
But it is not to be
a modern romcom Stomp, whose beats subside to a
Prim indifference with no nook of calm. No warm balm, but just the skin-touched
Cold fabric, sheets soulless,
unrested under covers.
And so alone I drift in the dreamless realm,
at two at the settling twilight.
Sleepy is the sunrise.
Commentary: Mood - capturing some feelings from restless night(s) during a workday. It was 2am, and i couldn’t sleep and so used the apps..